Tyler walked through the streets of the "slums." They really weren't that bad. In his opinion they were pretty fun. He didn't wear his normal attire, fendi, dolche and gabana, etc. He'd be knocked out and robbed if he did that. As of now he was on his way to a small diner. They were a small family run place but damn, were they good. If his parents ever found out he comes here they would lock him away in their cushy little mansion. It wasn't like he didn't love his family and his priveleged life, he just didn't like the numerous amount of fake people and the stigma of snob that came along with it. Tyler was dressed in a black hoodie and red tshirt. He wore grey skinnies and vans. He wore a snapback of some sports team that he didn't really care about. It matched so he wore it. His hair was long and black, more of a skater look. If he had a choice he would dress like this everyday. His green eyes scanned the streets as he walked. There were so many people, it was nice.